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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 12, 2012 22:02:44 GMT -5
"You aren't supposed to be back here. You're a senior. All your classes are upstairs." One of the teachers told him and he flipped them off, disappearing into the bathroom. He didn't care if he he got suspended again. It wasn't like he had anyone who cared if he failed. He leaned over the sink, messing with his hair before he pulled a piece of gum out of his pocket. He stuck it into his mouth, chewing it loudly.
He pushed the door open to the bathroom, nearly hitting some kid. He just smirked at them and kept walking. "You think you're so big and bad, Lucas. But you sound like a fucking girl." He waltzed back over to them, pinning them to the wall.
"Do I?" He asked, smirking as he tilted his head. He brought his knee up, hitting them where it really hurt. They groaned in a high pitched voice and he raised an eyebrow, letting them fall to the ground. "Who the fuck sounds like a girl now, faggot?" He asked, sticking his hands into his pockets and he started back towards the cafeteria.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 12, 2012 22:21:43 GMT -5
Dyson sauntered down the hall, rubbing at bleeding right knuckles silently, listening to the drone of teachers in classrooms. He was waiting for lunch to get over, to corner Tony again for hiding like such a coward.
He stumbled to a stop, the name etched in a locker, brushed the familiar letters of Connor's name. Nobody really knew the two had had a fling, he had been madly in love at the time. 'Never again,' He thought bitterly. 'I'm the biggest jock, most popular guy here...that's what people want to see. Not some weak kneed fag.' He continued in silence.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 12, 2012 22:30:55 GMT -5
Luc ran smack into Ace, making him drop his books. Ace looked up at him, and Luc snapped his gum. He kicked one of his books, sending it sailing down the hall. "Dropped your book." He smirked.
"Just because you punted for the football team in middle school doesn't mean you're a quarterback, Luc.." Ace mumbled, bending over to pick up his books. Luc grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the lockers.
"Just because you're Poseidon's son doesn't mean I won't beat the fuck out of you. And your boyfriend is no where around to save you." He told him, then let him go. He continued walking, hearing Ace mumble something about being demoted to choir. He turned around and punted the book back, hitting Ace in the leg.
"Shut the FUCK UP!" He yelled at him, then started up the stairs.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 12, 2012 22:52:05 GMT -5
Dyson glanced up at the echoing shout, footsteps down the stairs. He smirked faintly until he saw who it was, bit at his lip. "Rough weekend?" He muttered as he passed, flipping hair from his face as he jammed his hands in his pockets.
He glared at a kid getting books from their locker, and they scampered back towards class before he could shove him against the metal objects.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 12, 2012 23:01:48 GMT -5
"My Mom's house is nicer than the closet, I guess." He muttered loud enough for him to hear, and only him. He took the stairs two at a time, one of the other football players brushing past him. He blew a bubble with his gum, watching him go down the stairs before he pulled the door open, starting to walk aimlessly down the hall. He chewed his gum loudly, hoping he annoyed someone with it.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 12, 2012 23:25:10 GMT -5
Dyson scowled, growling faintly in agitation. "Should punch you in the face," He muttered. Some kid left the bathroom and he shoved him harshly on the way down the hall, banging noisily on the lockers.
A teacher shouted at him and he flipped them off, pulled his phone out as it buzzed. He gazed down at the text and fell still, all other reality falling away from focus as he read the words over and over, hands shaking. His phone clattered to the floor of the hall and he bolted for the bathroom, throwing up in a toilet until he was dry heaving, the text sending further gags through his stomach, words he had never wanted to say, hear or read.
'Dyson...Maybell went into a coma.'
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 12, 2012 23:30:37 GMT -5
"Spit out that gum right now, Lucas!" His teacher said, waving her yard stick at him.
"No." He told her, turning and walking the other way down the hall. She grabbed him by the shoulder, and he bolted out the doors and down the stairs, jogging to the bathroom. He pushed open the door, shoving it closed and locking it behind him. He leaned over the sink again, playing with his hair. He could see the lower torso of someone from the stalls behind him. He smirked, turning around and leaning over.
"Hiding?" He asked, his hands on his knees, his bright blue eyes growing brighter. He had all intentions of tormenting him, always had and always would.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 12, 2012 23:41:06 GMT -5
Dyson gagged softly, wiping at his lips as he got up. He shoved past him. "Fuck off. I'm not in the mood, Luc." He was always in the mood to fight though, and his hands never shook like they were as he ran them through his hair. He rested his hands on the rim of the sink, another gag causing his body to convulse. He swallowed.
"Fuck..." He rasped under his breath, tilting his head back for a moment. His phone was still in the hallway, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore, slid down to the floor and stared at the stalls quietly.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 12, 2012 23:46:43 GMT -5
"I have just as much right to hide in the bathroom as you." He said, putting his hands on his hips. He looked down his nose at him, drawing his eyebrows together. "What's got you so fucking upset?" He asked, kicking one of Dyson's feet with his own. He expected him to get up at any moment and punch him in the face.
"You need to stop acting like my mom. She's always fucking depressed about losing her damn baby. Like she doesn't have a son to take care of anyways." He slid down on the floor across from him, looking over at him. "Is it Connor?" He asked.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 12, 2012 23:55:19 GMT -5
"I'm not your mom," He muttered, ignoring the kick. Normally he would have threatened to snap his neck. "I'll at least care about a kid if I want him." He watched him warily, tracing the tiles on the floor as Lucas sat down. "No, it's not. Wha'd'you care anyways?" He gritted his teeth, hair falling to shadow his expression as he stared at the floor.
"You'll use it against me too, huh? You're the only one besides Connor who could ever change my damned game, you got enough information than anyone else in this hell hole. Leave me alone."
The last word wavered. He may be a jock, popular, but he knew Luc held the key to knock that all down. Everything he had worked for, trying to get the attention from his parents, be somewhat worthy. Because he knew soon enough, he would have a family like Luc, that if Maybell-
His jaw trembled.
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